DS2 18 months has played an intolerably cruel trick on me.
Tuesday night he went to bed at 8pm and woke at 7:10am, a first, ever in his little life. Not a sound, not a peep, not a request for a drink or nappy change. Nothing!
Oh joy of joy, after 8 hours of sleep I felt like a new woman, I was invincible, I could concentrate, I felt positive and started to dream of making plans with my new found energy.
Last night (Wednesday) he went to bed at 8 as usual DH went out and I enjoyed an evening of not nodding off in front of the box.
Went to bed at 10pm. DS2 woke at approx 2:30am had water, had nappy change, stood up asking for a cuddle about 2,000,000 times, I lay him back down every time with the verbal instruction of go to sleep. He kept checking to see if I was still there, I dragged the duvet and pillows onto the floor, knew I was in for the long haul, he finally fell asleep at 3:50am!
I decided there was no point climbing back into bed so stayed on the floor.
Alarm went off at 6am, time for work.
He woke up with eye bags Louis Vutton would envy.
I am now sitting at my desk not knowing how I am physically going to make it through the day. I am tired, my neck and shoulders are killing me, I have no energy and my spark has just gone out.
What an evil trick to play on mommy.
He showed me the way life could be again then snatched it away in an instant.